I’ve been grappling with something for ten months, when we had to put Darby down. I had intended to write a retrospective post about her life, and started to do so a few times, but I could never find a way to cover eleven years properly. I’ve finally come to the conclusion that, where a dog is concerned, pictures speak much louder than words.
On most any count that matters, it was a great day. The ugly was pretty much all me and my legs. I can’t really complain because the weather was great, the course was beautiful, the on-course volunteers killed it, and I had no mechanicals or bike-related issues. I was probably a good 40 minutes slower than I’d hoped, but pretty much anything can happen during 264km on a bike with lots of climbing.
There’s enough blame in this dispute to go around. A government that breaks contracts and a union with bad optics and a weak financial position. You’d think the adults could sit down and talk, but that’s challenging when the sides completely mistrust one another. I don’t think the focus in this thing is where it should be.